“Speak,” Hannah demands, pulling off her sneakers. “About what?” I ask, feigning innocence as I bend down to unclasp my sandals. “Oh my god, Nora! You sitting on your teacher’s lap, and him holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear,” Esme says, giving me a shove that nearly sends me sprawling into the sand. “You hate him, and he hates you!”Hannah throws her hands in the air. I bite my lip, looking down. “We... we’ve been texting,” I admit slowly. Both of them gasp. I finally get my sandals off and glance at the inviting water. “You’ve been texting again? When?” Hannah asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the water. It’s cold and crystal clear, and the soft sand feels good as I dig my toes in. “Last night... and the night before.” "Oh my GOD! Nora!" Hannah practically screams. "Wasn't he with strippers last night?" Esme asks, noting something every important.Hannah’s excitement falters as she turns to Esme in shock. “He was, yeah,” I say carefully. “But he went home.
The closer I get to the table, the more impressed I am. There is just so much food. The whole table looks incredible. “Do you come here often?” I ask, genuinely curious. “No, this is my first time here,” Jace replies softly. “A friend of mine owns the restaurant, and every woman I know wants to eat here. So, I called him and made sure the place is all ours today.” I glance at Jace with scanning eyes. “It’s amazing,” I say sincerely. I notice that Mason is in high spirits, and so is Esme. Even Hannah is laughing loudly with the two of them, catching the attention of one of the waiters. "Well, you haven’t tasted the food yet. I’ll have your judgment after. Sit next to me and keep your hands above the table, bean," Jace instructs, right before tapping my ass softly. Did he just touch my ass? He walks off before I can give any reaction. “Hans, I’ll take over,” Jace announces, grabbing the bottle of white wine from Hans and pouring glasses for everyone. “Wow, Jace, it’s almost like y
"You and Ryker, Han? Is that serious now?” Mason asks suspiciously. “You could do so much better,” he mumbles. Jace fills our glasses with wine again. I take a sip, and he immediately pours more into my glass. “Thank you,” I say, smiling softly, and Jace fills it even more. “It’s not that serious, no. The plan is for Nora to date Connor so we can go on double dates,” Hannah replies, bobbing along to “For You” by Liam Payne (ft. Rita Ora). Some of the wine sloshes onto the table as Jace pours, but he quickly recovers. Esme bites her lip, looking at Hannah with glee. Mason rolls his eyes, and Jace sits down next to me, now a bit closer. “To be fair,” Esme says, taking a sip of her wine, “you and Connor would have beautiful children.” Suddenly, a hand grabs my bare knee under the table. I almost flinch, but the grip is firm. "Esme," Mason warns. "I don't want to hear about that dickhead." Esme feeds him a piece of sushi. "What? Come on, even you can’t deny that. What do you think, J
"I need to pee," Esme says, tugging at Mason's hand. He stands up, giving her a playful smack on the ass. "Come on, then," he teases. "Let's see how good I am at eating you out." Hannah gets up just as her phone rings, quickly answering and walking off. Leaving Jace and me alone. "Come, bean," Jace whispers in my ear. His hands find my waist, and I slowly get up, feeling a bit tipsy. He guides me over to his car. As we approach, he unlocks it. "What do you think?" he asks. I look up at him, confused. "About?" I reply. He points at his car. "The car," he proudly states. I take in the dark green exterior. It’s sleek, powerful, undeniably beautiful. "It’s gorgeous," I admit, my eyes tracing its lines. "It's yours," Jace says. I keep looking at the car until his words finally register. "What?" I question, unsure if I heard him right. "It’s yours. Consider it the first step to… everything." His voice is smooth, as if this is the most normal thing in the world. I gape at him, then b
Before I can fully grasp what’s happening, Jace cups my bare breast. Oh my God. What. Is. Happening. "You drive me fucking insane," he whispers. I stare at him, wide-eyed. His hand is cool and rough, and as he flicks a finger over my nipple, I gasp, my body reacting despite my confusion. "Look at that, my sweet Norali, your nipples are hard. Again," he murmurs, circling the hardened bud with his finger. I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. "Look at me," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. I open my eyes just as he pinches my chin, pulling me closer. His face inches from mine, his eyes dark and dangerous. "Don’t say things you don’t have the balls to execute. I’m starting to think you’re all bark and no bite." "You want me to fuck you? You will beg for it," he demands. He’s clearly riled up—his breathing is heavy, nostrils flaring, body tense. He’s trying to act unaffected, but I know I’ve hit a nerve. "Okay," I whisper, barely audible. "Fuck, Bean!" he exc
"You know what I mean. I didn’t,” Jace sighs. “Jace is still banging his girlfriend Charlene. And his colleague Arabella. And the strippers from last night,” Esme says loudly. Jace sighs again, deeper this time. “I’m surprised Jace hasn’t had sex with your baby sister, Mason. Every guy who comes into our house tries,” Esme says to him. She sits in his lap, and he wraps his arms around her, making it look rather uncomfortable and cramped. I know what she’s doing. She’s planting a seed in Mason’s head. “Maybe we did,” I say with a shrug, still idling on the side of the road. “Shut up, Li. You guys haven’t been alone a single moment,” Mason grumbles. Not entirely true, but I keep that to myself. “You seem awfully interested in Norali and me, Esme. Got something to say? Do you think we’d make a good couple?” Jace asks, turning toward her. “You’re practically putting the thought in my head.” Mason sighs and looks at the ceiling. “Can you just drive, Li? I want to go home and have
He touched me. Really touched me. My skin feels hot, weird, and tingly. He’s the first person to ever touch me there, and now my brain is racing, unsure of what to do. Driving is the last thing I should be doing. I want more. I’m half a second away from yanking the steering wheel to the side and demanding it. But I hold myself back, barely keeping control. I won’t beg. And... he.. he's my teacher. He can't do this. He just crossed the line—the big fat one between teacher and student. Sure, we’ve flirted. There’s been heavy sexual tension. But until now, he never actually touched me. Until now. I mean, he did just take us out for lunch. And is willing to give me his car. And we have been sort of sexting. So maybe the boundaries have been very blurry for a while now. Still, though. Hannah and Esme continue singing loudly, completely oblivious to my state. They’re going to freak out when I tell them. IF I tell them. It seems the more riled up Jace gets, the more risks he takes. Th
I hear the boys’ footsteps before they appear, and then Ramon plops down beside me. "Darling," he whispers in my ear."Don’t annoy me, Ramon," I reply, already feeling the fatigue of his presence. Jace's face remains set on thunder as he looks from Ramon to me and sits down next to Ramon with his wine in his hand. Ramon has already poured a new one. I share two seconds of eye contact with Jace before I drop back against the couch. Mason puts on a movie, and of course, it has to be a horror movie. He throws blankets at us, and I snuggle in with Hannah. Ramon tries to get in, but Hannah harshly kicks him away and then settles back with rosy cheeks. She winks at me, her smile mischievous. She's definitely planning something. The movie begins, but my attention is elsewhere. Hannah leans in, lifting the blanket over our heads, her grin widening."If you get any perks from sleeping with the teacher, think of me, okay?" she whispers."Hannah!" I whisper-shout, kicking her leg under the bla
The vibrations intensify when Jace groans against my skin, and I press my clit against his fingers, consumed by the urgent need building inside me. I need this. I need him. The ache is so intense it feels like it might break me. I’m in a frenzy, my nails digging into Jace's skin, as I feel an overwhelming wave coming. I hold onto it, summoning it faster, pushing his fingers deeper. I moan in his ear, whispering words I don’t fully understand, but they feel like a mantra, desperate and raw. I lose all sense of time and space when Jace slides a finger inside me, pressing his thumb down. It’s like I’m falling off a cliff, the fall so fast and intense I think it might swallow me whole. It’s a death I welcome. My entire body locks up, muscles tightening as my orgasm crashes over me. I cling to Jace for support, riding out the waves of pleasure, barely aware of anything else. Still in the haze of my high, Jace pulls back, his zipper sounding too loud in the quiet space. My senses are
When his eyes land on me, they flicker to my bag, then back up. I frown, but quickly notice him tapping his phone, the sound sharp and deliberate. I narrow my eyes at him. I don’t trust him—not for a second. The moment I pull out my phone, he’s going to call me out and put me in detention. He narrows his eyes back, his warning clear. He taps his phone again, louder this time. I bite my lip, considering my next move. Our intense eye contact is broken by Lina who steps in front of me. Her eyes widen when she sees my grade, and she drops it on my desk with a glance toward Hannah's test. Mine has a big question mark next to my score—like he can't believe it. I hold back a laugh. I look over at Hannah's, who has the same grade as me, and scowl. Good job! - It's written next to her test with a red marker. Hannah looks at my paper, snorting quietly. I pull out my still brand new phone. -Jace: Drive to the forest path behind school after class. I suck on my teeth in thought. -Norali
The ball inside me vibrates again. I can't look up—not with everyone around me—but I bite my lip, nerves coursing through me. Lina slips her arm around me, sighing deeply in contentment. My hand massages her head before running through her hair again. The little, annoying ball vibrates once more, setting some of my muscles on fire. I clear my throat awkwardly. Lina doesn't notice. She's too busy drooling over me from the massage, but I know Jace is watching. Lina's hand slides from my waist up to just below my breast. She's not even realizing what she's doing, but I feel my temperature spike, especially when the ball vibrates again—this time softer, like it's teasing me. The last time Jace gave me an orgasm feels like forever ago. I was too tired this weekend, and he refused to touch me on Friday. The last time I had any release was before Mitch was shot. "We need to go, girls," Hannah says, snapping me out of my daydream about the sexcapade at the lake. My body shifts, ready for
Did Jace ever look like this? It's painfully obvious Simon has a thing for Hannah—he can't stop staring at her. "Was he big?" I ask, turning to her with a grin. "Nora!" she snaps, her face flushing. I bite my lip to suppress a laugh. "You were exactly the same when this was happening with Jace," I tease. "But… nothing happened after that?" "I'm with Ryker," Hannah admits, guilt seeping into her voice. "I shouldn’t have let things get this far. I love Ryker." "It's just a little crush I have. But there's literally nothing between us. I just... I just feel like sometimes I struggle with what I want, and then these men come and ruin your life before you can even blink or make your own decisions. Ryker loves me, I know that, and he loves you, too. Simon is bad news. He's just that fantasy that will fuck up my entire-" I place my hand over hers to stop the flow of her rambling. “I get it. We’re young, figuring it all out. It’s not the time to make any big decisions. Luckily, we don’t
“What are you doing?” I ask, my gaze flicking to the clock. We need to leave soon, and as much as I want him to touch me, we can’t afford to be late together. We have to be careful, no room for mistakes or suspicion. We need to avoid any suspicion. “Having a little fun with you today,” Jace replies, his voice low and teasing. “I could stare at this all day,” he adds in a dreamy tone. A sudden pressure inside me makes me gasp. Something is sliding in. It’s round, a little cold, and instinctively, my muscles clench, holding it in place. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice sharp. Jace doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulls out his phone, showing me a pink screen with a few buttons on it. His hand finds its way to my ass, and with his other hand, he presses the large, round button on the screen. The ball inside me vibrates. I jerk, gasping, and my hips crash into the kitchen island. “Oh my god!” I protest, surprised. “Still so sensitive,” Jace grins, his hand still firmly on my a
“Jace!“ I protest loudly, already knowing exactly what he's up to. He's not going to give me an orgasm. Selfish prick. Before I can voice another complaint, he rolls me to the side, grabs the blanket beneath me, and tosses it over my body, covering me from head to toe. He slides in next to me, his warm skin brushing against mine. My hands immediately find his chest. “Come on,“ I whine, a hint of desperation lacing my voice. “No,“ Jace says simply, his tone firm but teasing. “I’m not going to touch you, bean.“ His nonchalance ignites my frustration. “Fine, then. I’ll just touch myself,“ I retort, my tone bratty and defiant. He snorts. Actually snorts. An arrogant grin stretches across his face. “No, you won’t. Not tonight.“ My hand begins its descent down my body in rebellion, but his reflexes are quicker. He grabs my wrist, then swiftly captures my other hand, locking me in his grasp. He shifts closer, his body pressing into mine, skin against skin. His warmth is intoxicating
“Time to go!” Jace barks, his voice cutting through the drunken haze like a whip. “No!” “I don’t want to go!” “You can’t do that!” The chorus of protests fills the air, but Jace stands up in the jacuzzi, commanding silence and demanding attention. All eyes fixate on him. His half-naked body glistens in the soft light, water streaming down his chest, making every muscle look almost carved. My breath catches in my throat. The sight of him is devastating. His skin gleams, his broad shoulders rising and falling with restrained authority. He’s utterly magnetic, and it takes everything in me to stay upright. I want to lick him. I’m not the only one affected. Charlie and Grace visibly lose themselves in the moment. Their stares are shameless, their reactions betraying exactly what they’re thinking. Their nipples are hard. Jace clears his throat, breaking the spell. “I don’t want vomit in my house,” he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Besides, I want to go to bed
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Grace suddenly takes off her bikini top. Before I can process what's happening, the red bikini top sails past me, landing in the grass behind us. Her bare breasts bounce as she downs vodka straight from Simon's bottle, her laughter echoing over the music. Charlie cheers wildly, a bottle of wine in her hand, and climbs onto the table between the jacuzzi and the couch, swaying her hips in a drunken dance. Tim joins her, his face stretched into a carefree, drunken grin. I grip Jace’s arm tightly, ensuring he doesn’t let me go, my body pressing further into his as the chaos unfolds. Beside us, Sarah straddles her husband, giggling uncontrollably. “Jace,” Mason calls out, his tone laced with warning. “I can’t lock her in the bedroom, dude,” Jace shoots back. Grace leans toward us with a seductive smile, her eyes locked on Jace. “So, where IS your bedroom, Jace? A little tour?” “Not happening,” Jace responds instantly, his voice firm. “If anyone w
Mason tenses slightly at the mention of Mason but continues pouring his drink, pretending not to notice. Jace is silent behind me, his presence steady. "But he didn’t know? About the two of you?" Alex asks, frowning as he takes another sip. "You seem pretty in love." “No," I say immediately, shaking my head. "Why would he date me if he knew?” Alex hums thoughtfully, nodding. "Hmm... makes sense." I shift my hips slightly beneath the bubbling water, pressing my ass back into Jace. His warmth against me is distracting, but my attention flickers to the sound of approaching voices. A group of teachers gathers on the lounge couch nearby, the faint chocolate stain still visible on the fabric. But it isn’t them that catches my attention—it’s Sarah, holding up a bottle of expensive-looking alcohol. Her husband trails behind her, already pulling everyone into hugs. “Any room for more?” Sarah asks, her smile wide. Her gaze flickers to me and Jace, her eyebrows arching knowingly. “Jace. No